this morning you asked me if yesterday had been a total waste.Because all i did was read and think of you. Before i answer, i’d like to remind you love and literature have always been enough.

the kiss at 11:30

in between a dream,my cat comes barricading into my room.He pounces on the bed in perfect hunting pose, carrying that thorough tactic under my covers to find me with a nudge. At first, I am frustrated to lose the last hint of night.But then I remember,that he is the only one who has come to kiss me good morning.

an answer

everyone writes you write poems, i write poems, the whole world scribbles with the ephemeral, faint with the thought of the surreal, ominous through the pretense of imagination.

clouds are never untitled

on the walking path,I hide behind the river. trusting the faded granite to wind me back around the water.While noting pink and purple sky I look at the clouds, Two colors, three dimensions.